Thursday, 8 October 2015

Water-washed thoughts

Thoughts are like stones on the beach.
Some are sharp, some are bleached.
Some became rounded,
Others are soft
Just like the thoughts you caused.
Thoughts are like stones on the beach.
Each has a past and a lesson to teach.
Some give me pleasure
Others give pain
But these thoughts of you remain.
Thoughts are like stones on the beach.
No complaint, no worries, no speech.
Eternal silence without you,
My dearest.
Faded memories. I have nothing else left.



(My very first poem in English.)


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